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Melodies from earth they off-key
Lady sings the blues in mockery
In the pocket, we plead for rockets or airfare
Maybe cuz this heir flair
Can barely compare conforming
Transforming Beverley
Internally Inglewood Singleton is my heartbeat
Wishin’ a fool wouldn’t idols yeah they still wooden
Pushin for 12 I’m Israel or Cuba Gooden
In need of milk, we pop appeals they over lookin'
Tasting the salt it’s him layin’ his life down
For every dream that’s gets swiped down
Won’t even credit his skin was some type brown
I see that image is currency up in my town
Seein' that 3B lace is the hype now
I need a getaway some say a lobotomy
This ain’t Psychiatric it’s a longing for what I ought to be
Fearing I am botanical hear today then I’m gone
Without helping a soul without righting some wrongs, without
I fear I’m too contrast or esoteric
So my ACL’s are torn kneeling down for this spheric
Praying for atmospheric shift vicarious nah
It’s in our midst It’s in our grip I-scariot calls
Betrayin’ it all the fall is way too steep
Insomnia for the culture but souls is sleep
Consciousness for the street but we still shootin’
Lootin’ our selves we still fightin’ to think free
Still fightin’ to be
I think I’m feeling disposable by mankind
Cuz pain ain’t audible when your hand signs
Beaten by a landslide knight sticks
Fightin' with our hands tied
A disguise that derives from inside of US(A)